The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

"Sister Fulei, can I learn it too?"

Lor's surprised voice was heard in the corridor of St. Liana's Monastery. At this time, Lor was walking behind the nun, and they had become familiar with each other.

Just now, the nun used her magical skills to heal the scar on his hand. Lor realized that this might be an opportunity for him to come into contact with the extraordinary world, so he began to talk to the nun.

The nun's name is Frey, and she has lived in this monastery since she was a child. According to her description, this power is the grace bestowed by the goddess to every devout believer.

"Of course you can. The goddess loves everyone equally and kindly. As long as you believe in her devoutly, she will bestow grace upon you."

Sister Frey had a gentle voice, like a big sister next door, and patiently answered Lor's questions.

"Just looking at the clothes you are wearing, sister, you must be of noble birth. The life in the monastery is hard. I wonder if you can adapt to it."

"I can do it! Sister Frey, I have nowhere to go now..." Lor revealed a sad expression at the right time.

Although he didn't know who would win in the end between Ilandani and the Grand Duke, Lor had no intention of returning to the Islamic territory. It would be best if he could hide in this monastery for a while.

Let's wait until Miss Yasha wakes up before making plans. It would be even better if she could learn extraordinary powers.

Considering that Lor had previously fainted alone on the river bank, a look of understanding flashed across the nun's face, and her sapphire eyes revealed natural pity.

"Then I'll take you to see Vice Dean Wei Ya. Vice Dean Wei Ya is a very good person. She saved you and will definitely accept you as our sister."

"That's great!"

Lor was delighted, and his little face, which had turned pale due to injury, was now filled with excitement.

Following Sister Frey all the way out, Lor discovered that the nuns' rooms were built underground. Climbing up the wooden ladder, he came out of the ground and found himself facing the back door of the monastery. Behind him was the auxiliary building of the Monastery of St. Liana.

Compared with the main building, the auxiliary building is not high and is mainly used for the nuns' daily cooking and centralized dining.

Sister Frey took Lor to the auxiliary building. From the suspended stairs, they could see two spiral stone towers standing opposite each other.

That is the main building of the monastery. There is a church between the two stone towers. It is where the nuns practice and worship the goddess on weekdays.

Sister Frey is a very traditional nun who adheres strictly to dogma. She wears thick and long nun's clothes that cover her body tightly, and her feet are never exposed when she walks.

While leading the way for Luo Er, he also introduced the monastery to him.

"Lor, you must be hungry." Sister Frey held Lor's little hand and said gently.

"The deputy dean's morning class will not be over for a while. I will find you something to eat first. Please wait for me for a moment."

She brought Lor to a slightly dim stone chamber. Inside the chamber was a long stone table. On the wall facing the stone table hung a huge oil painting.

Lor sat obediently beside the stone table, but couldn't help looking around the stone room. Sister Frey said this was where the nuns had their meals.

In the dim light, Lore could only make out that the painting depicted a woman holding a baby and breastfeeding.

The oil painting is very large, occupying most of the wall space of this empty stone chamber, and it is hung very high. The people sitting at the stone table seem to be eating under the gaze of this huge oil painting, which brings a sense of solemnity in a religious sense.

Not long after, Sister Frey returned to the stone chamber with a plate of food in her hands. The food was not exquisite, but the portion was enough. There were sliced ​​baked potatoes, bread, and even an egg.

"Eat," Sister Frey placed the food in front of Lor and sat next to him.

Originally, when she was standing and walking, Sister Frey's figure was wrapped tightly in the nun's uniform and no one could see it. But when she sat down, the curve of her chest was quite astonishing.

Lor's gaze briefly drifted to the nun's chest, then quickly retracted it, subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and quickly focused his attention on the food.

"Thank you, thank you Sister Frey! I'm so hungry, can I eat now?"

Sister Frey's eyes were filled with maternal light, and she looked at Lor with the same loving care as a female animal looking at her own cub.

"Thank the goddess before you eat."

As he said this, he clasped his hands and lowered his head.

Lor pretended to pray for a while, imitating Sister Frey's manner. The oil painting on the wall was facing the two of them.

"Eat, good boy. The goddess will love you very much." After finishing her short prayer, the nun opened her eyes and found that Lor was praying like her:

Her eyes were closed on her beautiful and flawless face, and her long eyelashes trembled from time to time.

The picture was so beautiful that she was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time before she couldn't help laughing and said.

Only then did Lor open his eyes, picked up the bread and started eating it in small bites. In fact, he didn't feel too hungry.

Ever since he drank the water of the Styx, his body seemed to have undergone some changes. It was probably because his body had not yet recovered from his suspended animation, and some of its functions seemed to have stagnated.

Although he is now breathing and alive again, some undead still regard him as one of their own rather than a living being.

"Sister Frey, who is that?"

Although he didn't feel hungry, Lor still ate some food while asking carefully.

The nun followed Lor's gaze, looked at the huge oil painting on the wall, and explained with a smile.

"That is the great goddess, the Lord of Life, the mother of all things. We are all her children and will eventually return to her arms."

"The baby in her arms is Saint Lianna, one of the Twelve Saints"

"Goddess..." Lor stared at the woman in the oil painting. Although he couldn't see it clearly due to the light, Lor could still tell that the woman in the painting was not stunningly beautiful.

At least it was far less than the breathtaking beauty that the "Goddess of Beauty Venus" once brought him.

To be honest, Lor now has some PTSD towards these so-called gods in the Rose Continent. The last one who claimed to be the God of Beauty still has a part of his body in his shadow...

But this goddess was painted with an almost mortal face in the oil painting. The portrait of the goddess was painted, and it was a portrait of her breastfeeding. Is this really not disrespectful?

Lor didn't understand any concepts related to religion, but he had to say that such portraits did not look as evil as the beautiful statues, but instead looked more friendly.

Just as Lor was about to ask the goddess' name, the crisp sound of leather boots stepping on stone was heard behind him.

Sister Frey rose to greet,

"associate dean."

Lor turned around quickly and saw a stern-looking woman wearing a black priest robe. However, unlike Sister Frey's clothing that wrapped her whole body, this woman's priest robe only covered the upper thighs.

Her slender legs in black stockings and long boots were exposed. Her face was not covered with a veil, and her soft long hair was tied up with a scarf behind her head.

She looked much older than Sister Frey, but her face was smooth and white, without a single wrinkle. She wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, revealing the charm of a mature woman while also carrying the dignity of an elder.

"Deputy Dean, this child is called Lor. I brought him here to eat something. She also wants to stay in the monastery and serve the goddess."

The woman just walked closer, and her serious and cold temperament made Lor a little frightened, Sister Frey explained to her.

After hearing this, the vice-president shifted his stern gaze to Lor's delicate and pale little face. Lor felt as if he had returned to his previous life, when he was called by the head teacher for doing something bad. The head teacher's gaze at that time was probably just so frightening.

"Do you want to stay here?" The vice-president's voice was unhurried and intellectually gentle, but the scrutinizing look made Lor feel a little guilty.

"Yes, it is."

"...I agree. Fulei, you will be responsible for taking care of her daily life."

The vice president was silent for a moment and then agreed, but then spoke to Lor in a cold tone.

"There aren't that many rules here. As a nun serving the goddess, I don't ask you to be celibate, but there is only one thing you need to remember."

"No men are allowed in this monastery."

"Do you understand it?"

Oh no, it’s over!

Lor swallowed and wanted to ask what would happen if a man showed up, but he felt the woman's gaze gradually becoming sharper, so he could only suppress this question that was difficult to ask and nodded quickly.

"I, I understand!"

The vice president nodded, turned and left, and heard Lor's voice again.

"Wait, wait, thank you so much for saving me!"

Turning around, he saw Lor bowing to him with a red face to thank him. A brief smile broke out on his cold face, but it only flashed by. He didn't say anything and left.